The God

[Intro:]

Established in New York City

Girl you know where I met with

I'm up early in the morning

I got to get it,

'Cause I got to get it

Yeah, I got to get it.

[Verse 1:]

Oh, I'm up early in the morning all these niggas sleeping

Laid out, they're tired, they partied all weekend

All my niggas hungry and all these niggas eating,

So now I'm taking shit, fuck feeling we're competing, what up?

Are you swagged out, watch when is Karl Bay

Leave a real fowl stain on the bowl Maints,

Niggas it's presence balled down no arms huggin

Approach me as the God which your palm's touching

Niggas say I changed I say motherfuck em

You call me a home record I say she never loved them

A good blunt, good salad, thousand dollars in above it,

Some bake city then give me a beat that I could fuck em,

And then is really dinner time, nigga

So it ain't just to make Forbes I'm on my genuine

Nigga watch me doing Karl Louis to the finish line nigga,

Stone wash product I'm a vintage line nigga,

And I don't need no hook for the shit,

But if I did put a hook on the shit

And then probably go.

[Chorus:]

Bow down no arms hugging,

Approach me with the God which your palm's touching.

[Verse 2:]

Nowadays I get highs I wanna raise sleep hell slow

I get flies I wanna I'm a uptown nigga till I die so when I

I'm just cope something new to rejoy every summer,

Hold up is father millzie church nigga, all prayers is due

Our birth niggas

A lot of niggas some of the hottest niggas,

Most loved and hated for my style you must got it nigga

One man but I'm too raw

Push up on your bitch like my living room floor

My little slime out here chief keefin with this boys

And he'll let that hammer fly, eat your ass like dough

I wanted control of the town so I kill the flocks

My crew is not fucking around and I sing the chorus

But I just wanna say

[Chorus:]

Bow down no arms hugging,

Approach me with the God which your palm's touching.

[Verse 3:]

Rest in peace star real niggas

You're riding to the N grip you ill nigga

European luggage form my travels

Hall through your hood like scavage

Hall through your hood like compressed plints and capsules

I'm like graffiti in bathrooms with bad fumes

Scully with the link bars, corner store shit

I'm on that Wu Tang and you want me, '94 shit

Yea, shout out to my wash tights niggas

Yea papi still got it, that's for life nigga

Solid gold under the ice, nigga

In front of the pizza shop, eatin a slice nigga

You could get a autograph or your jaw smashed

I drag you all over the road like a tour staff

I'm on that vintage Versace, Chanelle shit

I do my job and I do it well bitch

Fuck Evil Knievil, I can lay a verse and post a tweet while I'm getting head and that's why the L lit

Heavy whip flow, I make the scale flip

My lines need to be on some pile shit

[Interlude:]

When Millz speak the world darkens

And fly shit I rock it like hard it

[Chorus:]

Lil nigga bow down, no arms huggin

Approach me with the God which your palm's touching.

[Outro:]

Amen.

Father Millzie

All praises due

Established in New York Cuty

Please, approach me with the God which your palm's touching.